"Mmm…" Angela hummed, unable to completely suppress the shiver that ran through her at the intimate touch, even through the silk pajamas. Her face, already pink from the evening's wine and lingering arousal, deepened in color. She hesitated. Denying Vivian anything related to this new dynamic felt increasingly difficult, almost impossible. And she had technically agreed earlier. Steeling herself, Angela gently pushed Vivian's hand away and stood up. "Okay," she murmured, avoiding Vivian's intense gaze. "Mommy needs… to prepare. You stay out here. Don't come into the bathroom until I call you."
Vivian pouted dramatically. "Awww, but I wanna help! Let me give you the enema, Mommy, please?"
"..." Angela flushed crimson. "No! Not the first one! There's… you know… residue. How about this?" she bargained hastily, "Mommy will… rinse out first. Then… if you still want to… you can do the second one. Deal?"
"Okay!" Vivian agreed instantly. Progress was progress. Watching Angela disappear into the secret playroom briefly, likely to retrieve the necessary equipment, Vivian deliberately turned away, respecting the flimsy boundary, feigning interest in the muted TV screen. She understood Angela's hesitation perfectly; nobody wanted an audience for the initial purge. Though Vivian's own kinks were rapidly expanding, scat play wasn't currently among them. Getting Angela to agree to let her administer an enema at all was a huge step.
Tonight was about pushing boundaries gently, increasing Angela's tolerance, paving the way for more… adventurous applications of her 'Wishful Body' talent. That tentacle idea… God, it made her throb just thinking about it. Picturing Angela suspended, helpless, bound by extensions of Vivian's own flesh, while multiple customized phalluses simultaneously ravaged her mouth, vagina, and anus… the sheer power, the ultimate possession… Exquisite. Maybe even have the oral and anal 'tentacles' meet somewhere deep inside… Whoa. Gotta reign that in. One step at a time. Patience.
...
Nearly an hour passed. No call came from the bathroom. Vivian's simulated patience ran out. Getting up, she padded softly to the master bathroom door and, finding it unlocked, pushed it open without knocking. "Mommy, taking forever… you didn't lock the…" Her words died in her throat, eyes widening at the scene.
Angela was naked, positioned awkwardly over the toilet – one foot braced on the closed lid, the other on the floor, body bent at the waist, hands gripping the edge of the sink for support.
"Vivi! I told you to wait! Get out!" Angela yelped, startled, but it was too late. Her body betrayed her. With a sudden, involuntary spasm, her sphincter released, and a powerful stream of warm, cloudy water gushed forcefully from her anus into the toilet bowl. "Don't… look… Ngh…" Angela groaned, face buried in her arm, utterly mortified.
"Wow," Vivian breathed, fascinated despite herself. Too bad she couldn't see the expulsion point directly from this angle.
When the flow finally subsided, Angela's legs trembled violently. She nearly collapsed as she tried to straighten up. Vivian rushed forward, catching her, supporting her weight easily with her newly enhanced strength. Once Angela steadied herself, Vivian gently set her back on her feet.
"Vivian! You promised you'd wait!" Angela admonished, though her voice was breathless, shaky, lacking any real anger.
"You were taking forever!" Vivian countered playfully. "It's okay, Mommy. If you're shy about me seeing you… well… fair's fair, you can watch me next time…"
"As if! Disgusting!" Angela retorted automatically, wiping herself quickly with toilet paper.
"Hey! You making fun of me?" Vivian feigned offense. "Wife is being mean… Needs punishment…" She delivered a sharp, resounding smack to Angela's still-damp buttock.
"Ah!" Angela jumped, her legs nearly giving way again. She knew, intellectually, she wasn't a submissive. But with Vivian? The dynamic was twisted. She liked this strange, gentle 'discipline' from her daughter-husband. Just as Vivian, secretly, only truly enjoyed submission when it was Angela taking charge – a feeling she couldn't imagine tolerating from anyone else.
"Okay, okay! Husband… I'm sorry… Forgive me?" Angela pleaded softly, playing along.
"Hmm… Alright. Punishment is… letting Husband give you that enema now."
"Ah… Again? Really?"
"I wanna see! C'mon, Mommy, please?"
"Alright, fine," Angela sighed, surrendering. An enema wasn't inherently sexual, just… intimate. And being administered by her daughter felt intensely vulnerable, intensely embarrassing… intensely something. Reluctantly, she turned back towards the counter, bracing her hands, bending over again, presenting her backside dutifully.
Vivian located the large-volume syringe-style enema bulb Angela must have retrieved earlier. She filled it carefully from a container of pre-mixed lukewarm saline solution that sat beside the sink.
"Whoa, Vivi! That's enough! Too much!" Angela protested, seeing Vivian fill the bulb almost to capacity. It was the largest size available, holding close to a liter – near the limit for comfortable retention. Angela usually only used half to two-thirds that amount.
"Okay, okay," Vivian placated her, stopping just short of full. She approached Angela from behind. Angela was trembling slightly, clearly nervous. Vivian knelt, placing a soft kiss on Angela's cheek. "Don't be scared, Mommy. I love you," she whispered sincerely. The simple words seemed to calm Angela instantly, the shared love somehow normalizing the bizarre situation.
"Mm," Angela hummed, relaxing marginally.
Vivian gazed at the tightly closed, pink rosebud of Angela's anus. Leaning down, she pressed a gentle kiss directly onto it.
"Vivi! Don't… it's…"
"Shh… Clean now," Vivian murmured against her skin, then darted her tongue out, licking lightly around the rim.
"Ngh!..." Angela gasped, biting her lip hard against the unexpected, intimate stimulation. Vivian's tongue probed gently, tentatively entering the opening, swirling just inside the entrance.
"Vivi… Husband… feels… so strange… Like…"
Vivian knew anal stimulation wasn't about typical pleasure, but heightened sensation, vulnerability, the idea of it. After a few tantalizing licks, she withdrew her tongue and picked up the enema applicator tube, positioning the smooth, lubricated tip against Angela's opening. "Okay, Wife. Here it comes. Relax for me."
"Okay… Go ahead…" Angela breathed, surprisingly pliable now.
With a gentle push, the nozzle slipped easily inside. "Ssss…" Angela hissed softly at the initial intrusion. "Not too deep, Husband," she cautioned quickly. "Just… an inch or two is plenty."
"Got it." Once positioned, Vivian began to slowly, steadily squeeze the bulb, sending the warm saline solution flowing gently inside Angela.
"Mmm… oooh…" A soft, involuntary moan escaped Angela as the liquid filled her lower colon, a peculiar sensation of warmth and fullness spreading within her.
"Feel good, Mommy?" Vivian asked softly, maintaining the gentle pressure.
"Y-yes… strange… but… good…"
"Makes me kinda curious to try," Vivian mused aloud.
Angela heard her. "Well… afterwards… if you want… Mommy can help you?" An enema was just internal cleansing, right? Harmless, maybe even healthy.
"Okay!" Vivian grinned. She continued the slow administration, chatting idly to keep Angela relaxed. "Hey, Mommy? When I figure out how to use my powers to give you a dick… can you be the first one to take my virginity? My girl-virginity and my butt-virginity? Promise?"
"Ngh… hmm?" Angela mumbled, distracted.
"I'm saving both just for you, Mommy. Only you get to be inside me like that."
"Ah!" The emotional weight of the promise, combined with the increasing pressure inside her, was making Angela feel dizzy, overwhelmed.
The bulb was nearly empty. Angela could feel herself reaching her comfortable limit. "Vivi… Husband… Enough… please…"
"Okay." Vivian stopped squeezing, preparing to withdraw the nozzle.
"Wait…" Angela managed.
"What's up, Mom?"
"There's… the plugs… in the drawer… Could you… use one? Let the water… stay in… for a bit?" She gestured vaguely towards a nearby vanity drawer.
Vivian found them easily – several butt plugs of varying sizes and materials. Two stood out: a soft, pliable silicone one, and a smooth, heavy, clear glass one with a jeweled base. "Which one, Wife?"
"The glass… The soft one might… pop out," Angela explained breathlessly, clearly struggling to retain the liquid.
Vivian selected the glass plug. It tapered nicely, but the widest point looked substantial, maybe an inch and a half across. She lubricated the tip generously. "Easy now, Husband," Angela cautioned.
"Gotcha." Slowly, steadily, Vivian pressed the tip against Angela's anus, pushing gently. Angela moaned softly as the smooth glass slid past her sphincter, inch by careful inch, until only the sparkling jeweled base remained visible, nestled snugly against her reddened flesh. The seal was complete.